The Hierarchy of Pomp: A Guide to the Line at the Club Snazzy-Snoot

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedStep right to the front! Please, step right to the line! Where the velvet rope glitters and brass stanchions shine. Welcome, oh welcome, to Club Snazzy-Snoot, Where the bouncers wear badges and gold-plated boots. It is simply the grandest, the absolute best, A towering temple of status and crest. But before you can step through the glorious door, We must measure your value, your rank, and your score. For you cannot just enter and order a drink, You must prove you are greater than other folks think. The sorting is strict, and the bouncer, named Blipp, Will check your credentials to see if you slip. He will weigh your prestige on a Prestige-O-Meter, To see if you are a true Snazzy-Snoot greeter. It measures your ego, it measures your clout, It measures the things you are bragging about. If the needle drops down with a sputtering blip, I am sorry to say you are merely a NIP. A Not Important Person! The bottom! The…